This is one of my first fanfictions, so, as much as I would love to take in suggestions and critics, please don't over load in hate. If you do not like it, you do not have to read it.
I do not own anything to do with Sherlock. I do not own the settings or the characters except my OC, Mave.
I will try to update once every one to two weeks but there is no guarantee that I will ever finish it.
It was late September when Mave moved into her new London flat. Her parents had pushed her to attend an internationally renowned university and at the same time start working in one of London's famous hospitals. She didn't mind. She loved what she did. All science was her thing. Analysing, dissecting. In her scientific school she had until then attended, many boys used to moke here for her intelligence. But she out-smarted them so much they could hardly do anything to stop her being top of her class. Her teachers adored her and at parents evening they would explode of delight talking about her. But there were always those few who admitted that she was, as they called it, 'shy'. At least, everyone thought she was. But she only just didn't talk much, unless to answer questions and ask them. She hardly had any friends and kept away from others. Some said she was arrogant, believing everyone was below her, but only very few, for she always had her head down.
She was, according to her parents, to become a scientist the world had never seen before. They exaggerated, of course, but they were sure she would have a great life. Mave was glad to leave home. She could finally be alone, to the silence, think, learn.
It was nearing automn when Mave knocked on the door. Mrs Hudson opened it.
"I'm Mave, I rented the flat..."
"Ah yes! Come on in! Would you like some tea? Must have been a long way!"
"Oh, no thank you, I've got a lot to do and sort out."
"Oh all right, well its right here let me just get the keys."
She marched off while Mave took in her surroundings. She was standing in a hallway. On the left, stairs were going up. Parallel to them, the hallway lead to the owners flat and to the right was the door to presumably Mave's new flat. Mrs. Hudson returned and opened the door. There was an empty living room. A small kitchen was in the back and a door to the left lead to bedroom and the bathroom.
"Great! Right um... just like that, does anyone live in the flat upstairs?"
"Yes well, there are two men sharing a flat upstairs," she said smiling happily while Mave smiled back.
"Ah, okay. Right then, I'll go sort everything out then."
"Alright dear, do give me a call if there are any problems!"
She started packing out. After having unpacked the basics, she left the flat to go look for a supermarket and to look around the place. She soon found one and bought some things to eat. She went to what she called now home. She called her parents as planned and went into the kitchen, sighing.
"Okay spaghetti,"she said to her groceries. "You better not burn or else."
She started cooking. It was a disaster.
"Great," she said sarcastically as she sat on the floor, laptop opened across her and started eating. She researched about the area and checked her pen-pal account. No answers yet. She looked at her profile and noticed it still read 119 Green Road.
Without hesitation, she changed it to 221C Baker Street. She noticed how she hadn't filled in the personality and interests column. Perhaps that's why no one was answering. She started typing.
"28 year old scientific nerd who loves out-smarting others. Just kidding, guess a little bit of sense of humour... Contact me if you don't mind me being such a know it all. PS: looking for someone to write to because I'm bored and have nothing better to do."
That'll do, Mave thought to herself.
As Mave continued with the cleaning, she heard a door open. Her curiosity got the better of her. She poked her head out of her door and saw two men standing before the threshold. One of them was short and the other was quite tall with shining black curly hair.
"Oh, hello!"said the short one. "Mrs. Hudson told us someone took the flat. My name's John."
He put out his hand. Mave took it smiling.
"I'm Mave."
"Oh yes and this is-" he turned around to present the other man but he was gone. "Yes well, seems like he already went upstairs."
Mave fought in a giggle. "Okay..."
"So..." John started into the awkward silence. "Want to come upstairs for some tea?"
"Tea? So British! I haven't drunk some in years. Sure!"
She walked upstairs with him.
"So, your flatmate..."
"Ah yes, I nearly forgot," he said stopping in front of the closed door. "He can be a bit... awkward at times."
Mave looked at him, confused.
"He's not really the social kind of guy, you know what I mean?"
"Yeah, okay."
They walked into the flat. The man was sitting on an armchair, fingers under his chin, eyes closed.
John cleared his throat. "Um, Sherlock?"
The man didn't make any sign of having heard John.
"I see what you mean," Mave said smiling.
"Anyway," John said walking into the kitchen. He realised what a mess there was. "Oh god he should clean up once in a while".
Mave went around to follow him and was met by the sight of counters covered with scientific instruments.
"Sorry about that," John said trying to clean it up.
"No! No it's okay! I'm a scientist. This is really cool!"
John looked surprised as Mave observed the solutions with curiosity.
"Do you think he'll mind if I-" she said, pointing to the microscope. "I'd love to have a look."
"Of course!" John said, preparing the tea. Mave peered into the microscope.
"Interesting, seems like he does DNA analyses, is he some sort of police officer?"
"Not quite. He calls himself the only consulting detective," John said rolling his eyes.
"Right," Mave replied laughing. "Anything else I should know about him?"
"Yes well you know," he started whispering, "He kind of deduces people with one glance, knows everything about everyone with a look on the clothes they wear, on how they walk or how their eyes look."
"You mean a sociopath."
"Precisely. "
John got out the tea. "Dammit, we haven't got any milk."
"Wait I'll get some," Mave said and hurried to her flat. She came back a few seconds later. Sherlock was still sitting there but had gotten out a violin.
"He can play the violin?"she asked John who took the milk.
"He says it helps him think."
"And why-"
"We're on a case."
"A police case?"
"Yup."
"Uh, okay."
There was a moment of silence as they sipped their tea. Music started playing. Some moments later, Mave felt a buzz in her pocket. Someone was calling her.
"Excuse me" she said quickly running into the hallway.
Some moments later she came back.
"Who was it?"
"It's just because of my job I'm doing alongside Uni, I'm starting tomorrow. Thanks for the tea, but I have to get my things ready."
"Sure. Where do you work?"
"In the nearby hospital."
At this John laughed.
"Really?"
"Yes, why?"
"We go there all the time for his experiments. Sorry but you're going to have to put up with us a lot more."
Sherlock gave a big sigh while rolling his eyes. He put down his violin and let himself fall onto the couch.
Mave went back to her flat pondering on who she had just met.
These years are bound to be fun, she thought to herself.
